Snippet Saturday: Author’s Choice

Author’s choice today — so I say, how about a little more about Sandy and Troy from Hidden Heat?

Copyright © 2012 Leah Braemel
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

[H]is thumb began making circles on the inner flesh of her wrist. Who knew that part of her hand could be an erogenous zone? None of her other boyfriends had made that connection before. She pressed her thighs together at the promise in his words. From the heat in his expression, this was most definitely a date.

Not trusting her voice, she nodded. Only when the waiter arrived with their food did Troy release her. The rest of the meal he found whatever excuse he could to touch her. Reaching for the salt, refilling her wineglass, handing her the dessert menu. Each time he touched her, his eyes locked on hers.

“Taste this.” He held a spoonful of his crème brulee to her lips. Electricity zinged through her body, bouncing beneath her skin like a summer field filled with fireflies. His gaze locked on her lips, her tongue, as she cleaned the spoon with light licks. He lowered the spoon only to lift it, filled again, with yet another command to taste the creamy dessert. By the time they finished, every inch of her body was ready to spontaneously combust. The wait for the check seemed interminable and she found herself squirming, trying to find relief from the need he’d spawned.

Less than ten minutes after they’d pulled out of the restaurant’s parking lot, Troy parked the SUV by her apartment building’s front door. The hand he placed on the small of her back as they walked to the building firmed her resolve. It’s not that she’d never considered Troy that way before but now he was really here, touching her, and her body simmered with anticipation.

She waited until the elevator doors closed and then turned to face him. Reminding herself he’d already kissed her once, she curled her fingers around the collar of his coat and tugged him closer. With her stilettos, she was almost his height. All she had to do was tilt her face and press her lips against his. His body went rigid for a moment, then his lips parted and his tongue brushed hers.

Warmth quickly spread from his lips through the rest of her body, caressing and curling around her breasts until they were heavy, her nipples hard, weakening her knees. He slid his hands down her side and around to cup her backside. The heady scent of her arousal wafted between them, her panties dampening as he rocked his erection against her mound.

Intoxicated to be in his arms once again, to be under his control, Sandy lost herself in the kiss until the elevator bounced to a stop and the door slid open.

“This is your floor.” Though he’d broken the kiss, his hands didn’t move from their place on her ass.

“So it is.” Reluctantly, she stepped back and captured his hand before it dropped to his side. She led him down the hall, fumbling one-handed in her purse for her keys, afraid that if she let go of him he’d find an excuse to leave. The key turned in the lock and she pushed the door wide. There were no lights on, and Jazz’s boots weren’t in their usual place on the boot mat. Xander looked up from where he’d curled on the couch then dismissed them as unimportant.

To her disappointment, Troy attempted to extract his hand from hers. “I should go.”

“No,” she whispered. “You should stay.”

She stepped into her apartment and tugged. He resisted a moment, then took one step—only one—across the threshold before he stopped and shook his head. “This isn’t a good idea, Sandy.”

Perhaps not, but it was exactly what she needed. Besides, if they had any chance at having a relationship, he needed to know from the beginning exactly what she expected.

This story is full of action, lots of hot guys, plenty of sex and even some drama. ~ Terri, Night Owl Reviews

Not caring that the door was open, she tossed her coat on the couch, disturbing the cat. She undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and shrugged out of it. Struck by the cool air, her nipples furled into hard buds beneath the lace of her bra. “I want you to stay. All night.”

His eyes closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “I may want things you aren’t prepared to give.”

“I won’t know until you ask me, will I?” Before he could say no, she let the silk fall to the floor at her feet, then she captured his hand and pressed his warm palm against her breast. “This is what I want. Trust me.”

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New Review for Hidden Heat

I love waking up in the morning and discovering a good review, especially after having a challenging day yesterday in my non-writing life.

This one is a 5 Ribbon review from Chrissy over at The Romance Junkies…

“Leah Braemel continues her utterly charming HAUBERK PROTECTION series with its newest release HIDDEN HEAT. Sandy and Troy complement each other beautifully. They’re headstrong, trustworthy, adventurous, and emotionally detached – or at least that’s how they are with most people. Together they’re combustible. If you’ve read the other titles in the series you’re well aware of the unique friendships, inner office romances and sometimes dangerous situations that are such a driving force throughout this series, but with HIDDEN HEAT there’s a deeper element that caught my attention – the inner turmoil Sandy and Troy face while trying to come to grips with their pasts and what could potentially be a happy future. Once again Ms. Braemel pens a brilliant storyline that incites many emotions in the reader – including laughter and some serious head shaking. HIDDEN HEAT is a powerful and fun story full of all the emotion, sensuality and suspense that I’ve come to really enjoy in Ms. Braemel’s writing.”

Thanks, Chrissy!

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To give you an insight into the way my brain is hopping around today, here’s some of the things I’m pondering. Yes, it’s the next installment of Pinky’s POV* time!

1. I read. Gizmo Guy reads. Curly sometimes reads. Therefore our house is filled with books. There are book shelves in every room in this house. Including the bathroom. Yes, that’s right, we read in the bathroom. So why should I be surprised that almost every day in the past few months, Seamus has decided to try to read too? Except his version of reading is by tasting them. Now, the thing is, I keep MY books up high, out of areas where he can get them. Yet he’s still managed to get an Ann Aguirre book, a Kelley Armstrong book, and this…

Luckily enough the chewing sound I was hearing that alerted me to his latest acquisition was not him actually chewing on the book, unlike my Kelley Armstrong book. He was chewing on the blanket. This time. Now I’ll have to go around on my hands and knees and get a dog-eyed view of where he’s finding my stash.

2. I started reading a book by a new-to-me but well-established well-loved romantic suspense author the other day. I was enjoying the writing right up until the hero (a cop) told the heroine (not a cop) that she had to stay in the truck/car/vehicle/whatever while he went to checked out her house and make sure it was safe. Did she stay in the car? Nope. I put the book down and haven’t picked it up since. I have far too many books on my TBR to deal with Too Stupid To Live heroines and that’s put me off reading that author again. I probably will try her again, but another year or more may pass. But it does make me wonder about the five star reviews she’s getting for it. I guess it’s not a big deal for other readers, but I still made another note (I have a ton, usually all saying the same thing) on my “Do Not Do This” list reminding me not to let my heroine do it.

3. Luckily, the next book I read by another author had her hero go into a dangerous situation while the heroine was along — he told her heroine to stay in the truck, and the smart girl stayed safe. That one I finished. And enjoyed. Well done, Jill Shalvis in At Last. (Loved that book by the way.)

4. Talking about my TBR pile, at the top of my pile were 11 (yes, you read that right) books I have to read (on deadline) for two separate contests. I signed up for them months apart, but both sets of books arrived at about the same time. Luckily one contest deadline isn’t for a few months yet, but 5 of them had to be finished in the next two weeks. I’ve 2 left to go in that category. And I think I may have to disqualify one book for being in the wrong category, which will make my job easier.

5. While I was walking Seamus this morning, I took my iPhone along and did some blog reading. (Trying to be efficient and multitask.) I read a blog where someone was ruminating about if they’d still write if they didn’t make any money at it. That particular author said resounding no. While I understand her reasoning, I’m in the other camp. I’d still write. I have written without being paid since I was in grade school. I kept writing when I graduated and never showed a single soul, therefore never got a dime. Writing is my catharsis, it is my outlet for the voices in my head. Just because I do or don’t get a paycheck doesn’t mean those voices are going to shut up. The difference would be that I could write much more leisurely — no deadlines, no readers asking “when’s the next book out?” the day of a new release. No critics, no bad reviews (of course, no good reviews either). I could kill off a character if I wanted to. Yeah, I’d still keep writing. I’d just have more time to see daylight, to enjoy movies and books and say hi to my family, time that I’ve lost thanks to all the frickin’ social media and promotion that is required when you’re professionally published. Maybe some of the fun of writing would come back.

As you can see that, unlike Brain of Pinky and the Brain, I’m not plotting to take over the world.

That’s because I’m more like Pinky, than Brain.